The Twin Age has arrived. An era, an era, a monstrous, powerful generation of twins and ignorants. No, they were before, but a few years ago they didn’t get so much in the eye. I was ashamed of his illiteracy. Now that feeling is everywhere.
They are popular. The illiterate stars. Language leaders of opinion. Unable to bind two words to the legislators of fashion.
All of these people who can’t understand the difference between “sitting” and “sitting”. Those who say “I think what.” They say “coordinate” together “cardinal” – apparently, and Richelieu in their version was “coordinate”. Those who say “I showed myself” or “I was disappointed.” They can’t forget the nightmare word “in general.” And others, many others.
They are no longer ashamed of anything.
Bloggers are illiterate. Bloggers generally succeeded in the short time of their existence to make all possible mistakes and cover themselves with any known shame, so that the word "blogger" in our society bears a disregarding-unserious shade. Against the backdrop of ponts, self-loving, theft, screws of subscribers, frank rudeness, stupidity and bitterness, some kind of illiteracy no longer looks like a defect.
But illiteracy has already penetrated the holy of the saints – in the media. The place that lasted the longest. Where there should be at least some editorial, at least some second look. No is. The editors themselves don’t know what. And fashion magazines, no – solid political publications seriously discuss the issue of the “receiver of the President”, although the word “receiver” is, rather, something from radio science, unlike the word “successor”, which is written and read in a different way.
Everyone cares about literacy. to all. No refreshment, no fresh look. The poster with Nurtas Adambay’s film claims to be “Nurtas Adambay’s film” — although the surname “Adambay” is perfectly inclined, just as well as Hemingway. But only in one case - when it comes to the male character. If it was a film of some Nurhul Adambay, then it’t have been. They don’t understand the difference, they don’t understand.
Illiteracy is everywhere and in everything. Study everywhere. These ignorants are leaders of opinion. Bloggers are popular bloggers. Non-teachers give interviews and teach others to live. People who have not learned themselves are teaching others. Time is over, god.
And here I know exactly what the reason is. These people didn’t read when they were children, and they don’t read now. And I know exactly what to do about it. I know how illiteracy is treated. If it were my will, I would have gathered all these fashion magazine editors in one place. All these bloggers. These illiterate journalists.
All these writing people, who can not be allowed to the gunshot to the text. All these young and bold. I would gather it and make it read. Not reading magazines. Not the blogs. Not fashion writers, not some foolish Coelho, not some popular Harari, who under the guise of revelation publishes a nightmare scientific nonsense.
No is.
Czechoslovakia would be read by me. Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich. Per then they would have learned that this is the nightmare construction of the phrase "crossing the restaurant threshold, there is a feeling that you are at home" (the real phrase, from the Kazakh fashion magazine) - so here, this construction of the phrase is called "anakoluf", and it was the first that Chekhov ruthlessly spotted. And that feeling crosses the restaurant’s threshold, not you, the duo.
of Chechov. by Tolstoy. Shakespeare in the translation of Pasternak and Pasternak himself. and Caverine. by Dombrovsky. by Bunina. Here is who.
I would have forbidden them from entering the internet in principle. Until they can properly apply “seat” and “seat”. Ten times out of ten. Some probably’t ever be able to do that – but for such people, getting out of the internet is only a benefit.
Yes, I would do exactly that. It is a pity that this is hardly possible.
Erzhan Yeshimkhanov